I'm such a slob! I can't seem to drink a glass of red wine, or a cup of coffee, without at least some of it winding up on my bodice. This always seems to happen, when I am wearing a brand new top for the first time. It's never a big splash mind you, just a nasty little drip here, or there. Just enough to be noticeable, and ruin the look of the garment. If I'm lucky, I will notice it before laundering, and know to pre-treat it. This usually, but not always takes out the stain. But many times, I don't notice it, until after I have washed the garment, and by then the stain is set. That's what happened today. I washed a new white summer, sleeveless tee, and when I pulled it out of the dryer to fold it, that's when I noticed the evil coffee stains. I cursed like a sailor! (I really need to learn to curb that hateful language, but after 60 years of gender frustration, it flows so easily. I often wonder if orchiectomy would calm that demon?) Granted, I only bought this top to to cut the grass in, but still it's so aggravating. Oh, well.....no big deal, life goes on.
On another note, I watched some of Michael Jackson's Memorial on TV today. I was big MJ fan, when he first ventured out on his own. I'll never forget his Billie Jean and Thriller videos. I thought he was so cool then! I even loved the way his physical appearance began to morph, at least at first. He actually reached a point in the mid to late eighties, where he had achieved a truly androgynous beauty. I knew he had to be a kindred spirit. Unfortunately, he wasn't satisfied, and continued his surgeries, until sadly, he finally resembled The Joker. By then I had long ago lost interest in Michael Jackson. I was particularly troubled by alligations of pedophillia. In spite of his acquital. I'm still not convinced he was innocent. Still, his death, and the circumstances surrounding it troubled me, and I couldn't help but feel empathy for this poor troubled soul.
I never thought I would shed a tear for Michael Jackson, but today I was move to tears. Especially by the sad innocent faces of his beautiful children. Michael, I hope you have finally found the peace that so elluded you in life. God love you child.